Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. ~Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life

Just one tear can change a moment
Just one tear can change a day
Just one tear can change a life
Don’t forget the power of a single tear to wipe away all that you fear.
One single tear rolled down my cheek and it taught me more than any day of study.
It holds the essence of a heart in so pure a form that no artist or poet or saint could ever touch with pen or brush or loving power all that it contains.
Fear not the single tear or the floods,
They are sacred, they are true and they are you.

If love is a door, your letting all my love out
If love is the ocean, I am a ship wreck
If love is a prison, then I’m in solitary confinement
If love is a rainbow, I am the raging storm
If love is a train, the tracks are missing
If love is a story, mine has not been written
If love is a journey, I am lost
If love is a roller coaster, I am to short to ride
If love is a game, I’m in the penalty box
If love is the sun, I am a vampire
If love is a great jewel, I am to poor to purchase it
If love is a key, I am locked out
If love is a fire, I am being burned
If love is a loaded gun, I have been shot through the heart
If love is a painting, my canvas is empty
If love is a dream, I lay awake all night
If love heals all wounds, I am still bleeding

If love is only a part or portion of all the world says it is,
I will wait to see what my truest love will be.